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This one time, heard a story—some dame in a brothel, 1800s, she hid cash in her corset. Robbed the johns blind! Cracked me up—smart cookie, that one. But then, ugh, the sleazy pimps—those jerks make me wanna scream. Exploitin’ gals, actin’ all high and mighty. Makes my blood boil, swear it! In *Son of Saul*, Saul says, “We’re already dead.” Feels like that for some workin’ there—trapped, y’know?

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After that, I head to the café on Cesta 1. maja. I need coffee. Like, NEED it. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude named Marko, spills it all over the counter. I’m just standing there, watching my caffeine dreams drown. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, really?”

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